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TechnoDream ANGST - You Left Me

     Short chapter update. I have a few backup chapters I will likely post over my Thanksgiving break. I've seen HotPocket once in the past 3 weeks, so it's really difficult to work together... I'm so sorry for the pain you are about to endure by reading this chapter-

Warning: Death, suicide, angst, blood, gore, hanging, vomit

     Why did you do this? 

     Technoblade wanted to be angry. He wanted to look Dream right in the eyes and tell him how much he hated him. He wanted to explain how stupid the other man is, how he was so blind a-and an idiot.

     But he couldn't. He couldn't feel angry. He could feel anything. He couldn't comprehend the thoughts that went through his mind. He couldn't even tell if he was thinking at all.

     He just sat there, broken on his knees in front of the other man who seemed to look down on him. How was he supposed to live life like this? 

     Night began to fall, and he soon heard shouts in the forest. 

     His name.

     Wilbur, Tommy, Tubbo, Eret, and Fundy were all shouting for him.

     But he didn't move.

     Not when the way they said his name became relieved. 

     Not when shrieks of absolute horror were released by Tommy, a quiet gasp from Tubbo, and a choked out cry from Wilbur. The other two stayed silent, too shocked to say anything.

     The only sound other than their sobs were the voices of Sapnap and George quietly coming from Wilbur's earpiece.

     "C-come to my coordinates-" His voice shook sharply. "Just shut the hell up and come!"

     The silence continued unbroken until the remains of the Dream Team arrived, the crunching of leaves as they entered the small clearing. 

     Technoblade finally found himself able to do something other than stare at the ground in confusion, looking up at the two men in full Netherite gear, swords out ready for an ambush.

     Thump
     Clink

     The both of them dropped their weapons, one of which hit a rock which caused an ear piercing metallic sound. 

     Techno met George's eyes. They were broken. They questioned him, seemed to blame him for the sight in front of them.

     Sapnap had forced his eyes shut, fallen to his knees, heaving the contents of his stomach onto the forest floor at the gore they saw.

     "I'm so sorry," Wilbur whispered.

     Why do they blame themselves?

     It's his fault after all.

     As these thoughts flooded Techno's mind, he was still unsure of who he was.

     He could see Wilbur in his peripheral, clearly keeping up a mask. The same mask Dream had to keep up. They were leaders after all, right? They had to stand tall, not show that anything ever hurt them.

     This is what scared Will so much. Dream was a leader like him. He also had built up emotions, things he wanted to say, things he wanted to tell someone. But he didn't, just because he couldn't be weak.

     But look where that got Dream… 

    Techno had no idea how many moments had passed, how many times he thought the same thing over and over.

    Your fault
    You didn’t notice
    You broke him

    He looked back up, not caring about the nightmares he was sure to have of the scarring sight. But the figure that had looked down on him was gone. 

    “Techno,” He felt someone grab his shoulder and speak in a pitiful tone.

    He ignored Sapnap, that is until there was a light hissing sound and some explosions just a few feet away from him. Nick had knocked the Creeper away, protecting the poor mercenary. 

    I’m so sorry, George,

    Technoblade apologized in his mind for what he was about to do. He stood up and grabbed Sapnap’s sword and shield from him, catching him off-guard. He ran toward George, quickly enough to seem threatening, but slowly enough to give him time to react and strike back. 

    “George!” Sapnap alerted his best friend of the incoming threat.

    George turned around with plenty of time to deflect the pinkette’s attack, instead plunging his own sword through the Blood God’s stomach in self-defense. 

    “Techno!” Wilbur had just arrived to check on Techno and bring him back home after taking care of Dream. 

    George removed the sword from the man’s gut as he fell to the ground. Wilbur rushed to Techno’s side, laying him on his back, trying to put pressure on the wound to stop the blood from spilling out. 

    “Thank you,” Techno’s words were aimed at George. “Thank you for taking me to him.”

    George realized what he had done. Techno was never going to hurt him. 

    It was suicide.

    Though Dream’s lifeless body hanging from a branch in the middle of the woods would forever scar those who were present that night, they knew he and Techno were happy now.